*cough* He stands six foot nine He once spoke about bummers He has a bald head And he don't like scouse plumbers His Dad was in jail His Cousin has spots His Uncle is Peter And he once lost the plot Some call him the king Some call him a tosser Some call him the best He called Wilder a "dosser" He doesn't like Eddie But he really likes Frank He doesn't like Joshua He says he is w**k If he fights Wilder He says he will win He'll box both his ears off And then shatter his chin He don't care for fans He don't care for haters He don't care for bums But he loves baked potatoes If you don't know yet He is Tyson Luke Fury He will kill Pianeta But he won't face a jury.
In the annals of boxing, A new chapter was writ, When big bison fury, Fought a man who was ****. Pianeta they call, The overweight chump, Who maybe twice per round, Threw a cursory thump, The entrance was better, Than the in ring action, But at least fury didn't, Succumb to distraction, He pawed and he slipped, And pretended to punch, Mostly throwing one blow, But rarely a bunch, Still he got the job done, Next he's off to nevada, Where he'll get knocked out, If he doesn't hit harder,
In the City of Angels, Westernmost of the States, Big Bison Fury, Tempted the fates, He took on Deontay, When some thought he was shot, But the big man resolved, To show them he was not, In 12 rounds of boxing, The Bronze Bomber was schooled, Sure they bought off the judges, But the fans they weren't fooled, For the Gypsy King's gifted, Such a talented chap, That in rounds 9 and 12, He even took a quick nap, In an arena of people, Only Alejandro Rochin, Was watching a fight, That no-one else seen, But that's in the past, Like the scorn and derision, That was levelled at Fury, When he'd left the division,
February is the cruellest month, leading Promoters to launch PPV's, grasping Wilder Fury 2, enticing Skint fans to shell out.
Have you seen and have you heard Of the cacker born to a jailbird? He stands a fearsome six foot nine Raised not on milk but Mancunian brine. A fighting man with no time for homos Can he defeat the bronze bomber? Who honestly knows... Win lose or draw, he'll sing a song at the end Unless he's in hospital on a drip and the mend.